"Retreat!"
Finally, reason prevailed over desire.
"Yes, yes, leader!"
The deputy quickly picked up the horn, a deep sound echoed across the battlefield.
The lizardmen still fighting in the town paused, unsure of what was happening.
After hesitating for a moment, they threw down their enemies in front of them, turned, and fled from the town.
Compared to ordinary lizardman squads, the lizardmen soldiers of the Blood Scale Legion had some level of discipline.
At least they could control their savage instinct to kill and obediently follow the orders of the horn.
"The lizardmen are retreating!"
Dost exclaimed excitedly,
"Lord, look, the lizardmen are retreating!"
"I see it."
Camille's tone was calm, yet she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Camille lowered her hand holding the Longbow, "We owe Baron Rod a huge favor."
Watching the fleeing lizardmen, Camille's face remained calm.
But her heart was already stirred by shock.
